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Contributed by N0body on Tuesday, 30th November 2004 @ 03:50:24 PM in AEST
Topic: insomniac

Monday,
The start, when it begins,
The day I shake and start to cringe.

Because I dont like to start over, when Im right at the end.
I dont want to redo this, Id rather pretend.

Tuesday,
Oh my, the days just dont seem to pass,
Something must be broken, inside my hour glass.

I wait in bore, and find nothing to do,
With now where to go, without a clue.

Wednesday,
Ho hum, I guess another day went by,
But theres still more to go, I mustnt lie.

I guess, its not bad, but I dont want to wait,
For patients is something I was bound to hate.

Thursday,
I see, I guess Im almost there,
But I still think this whole method is quite unfair.

I just want the end to be right now,
I know I should wait, but I never learned how.

Friday,
My god, Im almost done,
I cant take this anymore more, its never been fun.

Please take me away, far from here,
Where relent is something I would not have to fear.

Saturday,
Oh yes, just one more day!
Ive been sick of this mess, this whole delay.

Just think, tomorrow, and then its the end,
Tomorrows the only day I wish to attend.

Sunday!
Hurray! Ive waited all this time,
Its like a punishment for a horrible crime.
but wait
Yes, Im done.
Im finally here,
But I always forget,
That after the end.
The beginning is near.

Copyright © N0body ... [ 2004-11-30 15:50:24]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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